Month: November 2020

When I came home tonight, I didn’t rush to get the car into the garage. I did a little loop of the village, just to see the Christmas lights. There was the big tree on the green and little trees above doorways. The pub’s hadn’t come on yet but the battery-powered ones on Mrs Bancroft’s…… Continue reading If music be the food of love, play on…

Nothing but blue skies today. It’s one of those crisp, winter days, with frost on the ground first thing, and the smell of baked potatoes in the village square at lunchtime. Gorgeous. Nine hardy souls, in windows, doorways and on verges, jigged about to the wonderful Johnny Nash and I Can see Clearly Now. I…… Continue reading Here is that rainbow we’ve been praying for

I managed to fix the dodgy connection on my speakers today by jiggling the lead about a bit and supporting it with The Little Book of Feng Sui. It worked, which proves to me there must be something in Feng Sui, if I ever doubted it. The chosen track was a modern disco number by…… Continue reading A little de-mob happy

https://youtu.be/0cWzxJvgWc8 And on Sunday afternoon I played Sunday Morning, by The Velvet Underground for Ding Dong Daddy. Without his speakers, I’d be silent, so if it was you driving by with a face as long as a fiddle, it’s his fault. I’ve come up with a new phrase if you do something wrong but don’t…… Continue reading Just another normal lockdown Sunday

Ain’t no sunshine here today but at least it’s dry. I’ve been putting the garden to bed, a job that’s usually a job-and-half but, because we’ve had the gardening elves in while we were away in France, it’s been an absolute joy. My hands smelt divine as I cut back the straggly lemon balm that…… Continue reading Get out of your lazy bed

On a dismal, Lush Places Slush-Places-type-of-day, I should have played Misty for the Sound of Music Through The Square Window. I didn’t, having made my choice earlier this morning when the wind was blowing through the treetops, threatening to turn over any cradle that had been carelessly placed there. (Were cradles ever put in tree…… Continue reading Sunshine pop for a dreary day

It’s a strange thing, being in quarantine. It’s like lockdown except that you can’t go out of your house or garden. Not at all. No drives in the car to pick up shopping or even walks with the dogs. The first week goes slower than a Morris Traveller being driven by a blind bat. The…… Continue reading I’m free!

This lockdown feels very different to the first one. From my house, I can hear children hollering with joy in the primary school playground. Workmen are banging away across the road rebuilding a house destroyed in the summer by fire. I don’t know what the food shops and supermarkets are like because Mr Grigg and…… Continue reading Our quarantine will soon be over

We stood in silence on our doorstep this Remembrance Sunday morning, as the great bell of Big Ben from the television inside the house chimed in tandem with our own church clock in the village square. I thought about my grandfathers who survived the First World War. I thought about my paternal grandfather’s pal, Ernest,…… Continue reading Remember them

It had to be done. The Sound of Music Through The Square Window relaunched this lunchtime, with Julie Andrews’ dulcet tones echoing around the village, closely followed by Dolly Parton’s Here You Come Again, dedicated to England’s second lockdown. https://youtu.be/uKGguU6knkU As the laptop failed to connect to the speakers just before the clock struck one,…… Continue reading The Sound of Music reprise